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effervescible) wrote2001-07-10 03:28 am
effervescible) wrote2001-07-10 03:28 am
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Doopie doopie
Well, I need something for the subject line, and it's three in the morning. Don't expect brilliance.
Fun tonight--Jeff and I went to Mongolian Barbecue after work. Yum! My little frosh has frown up so--I get a crick in my neck looking up at him now. And true to my prediction, he is getting hotter as he grows. But I still look at him as a combination of a good friend and kid brother. He loved the BBQ, as I knew he would, and wants to come there again. We split the BIG Browie that comes with a shovel, which was probably a bad idea, stomach-capacity wise, but oh so good. Afterwards we drove to Easton for a movie, but nothing good was playing that late so we stopped by Barnes and Noble and went home. I picked up a couple Pratchett Books, The Last Continent and Maskerade, so I've got something to read during my breaks tomorrow. Next time I think I want The Fifth Element. By the way, I think the single most intense feeling I've ever had is the bladder pressure I felt when rushing from B&N to the mall bathrooms. I knew I shouldn't have had that last glass of water.
Skimming through smurf mail today, there was another incident of SM plagiarism on fanfiction.net. Meredith was all overwrought. I don't blame her, but I'd also be mad as hell, and I'd e-mail fanfiction.net and toast the ass of the thief instead of sobbing to the list about it. Of course, that's just me. I don't mean to imply that she's a wimp or anything, but her post just struck me as more shocked and bewildered than Mad As Hell. But then, that's just me. Anyways, Megan-san and I were discussing it, and we agreed that the staggeringly-high rate of plagiarism in the SM community says a lot about the fandom. (Staggeringly high as in, we hear about one every month or so. In all the other fandoms I've actively participated in, it's been a very rare thing.) Not so much the older writers and epic fics, but definitely the "romance" genre. A lot of the teen girls who have usa-mamo hearts in their eyes idolize certain authors and put a lot more stock in getting noticed. Info time, people--WRITING POPULAR FANFICTION DOES NOT MAKE YOU FAMOUS! You may be hot shit in Community A, but Community B has never heard of you and doesn't give a rat's as about how "special" you are in certain areas. Megan told me about someone who wanted to go to Anime North just to get Pandora's autograph, which I found to be utterly ridiculous. Not just because I think her work is very good but not great and that's she's an egocentric stuffed-shirt, but because she's a fanfiction author and that's it. Write something with a bit more impact before handing out autographs, hmm? If someone asked for my autograph, I'd feel the tiniest bit flattered, but the bigger part of me would be laughing my ass off at the notion. And I say that honestly, not just because it's the proper humble thing to say--that's honestly how I feel. I think I have one of the absolute tiniest author-egos anywhere. Could be the part of me with Low Self-Esteem, but I don't think so. Original stuff, I care about more, usually because it's presented to professors & people whose opinion I care about and respect. Um. Tangent. Anyways. Even the authors whose work I so-righteously deem "worthy" (say, Terry Pratchett and Anne McCaffrey), while I'm sure I would enjoy getting their autographs, I would enjoy talking to them about writing much more. Sure, there'd be a healthy dose of "I'm not worthy!" but as an example, when I met Bree Sharp, I got her autograph but I value the memory of actually having a conversation with Bree! Sharp! much more. Anyways, I might write an article for ficbitch about preventing plagiarism by NOT idolizing authors--certainly a new way to look at things. Ironic that the only plagiarism I've ever discovered myself was a non-romance Hotaru piece by +Gradient (who, by the way, rocks my world).
Hot damn but I can babble. Why can't I do this when I want to get something done? Well, stream of consciousness is easier, I suppose. I can't wait until Wednesday. I'm going to really push myself to work--it's the getting started that is always tough on me, since I have so many distractions. But Wednesday is blissfully work-free. Plus, Josh is going to show me how to use Adobe Premiere (I heart illegal software) and we might see Final Fantasy: The Spirits Within that night. I really really wanted to go see it with Becky, but not over-using mileage will prevail. Well, we have plenty of fun yet to come. Wednesday will rock, I am determined to make it so. Unlike tomorrow, when I work 11-10. ELEVEN TO TEN. That's eleven freaking hours. Oh, and no overtime just for that, because we only get overtime if we work over 40 hours per week. If I had a more even schedule, I wouldn't have to worry about it. I'd gladly trade in Friday's 6-close shift for something longer if I didn't have to spend half a day at the stinky Dairy Queen. Well, I should have plenty of breaks tomorrow, so someone be online when I can run home and console me.
Char is slipping off into fantasyland about Seifer again. It's so fun, especially when she's only seen the intro and some pics. She'll overheat when she gets to the game FMVs. Mm. Seifer. Rrowl.
Jesus H. Christ on a pogostick, this post is long. Maybe my longest ever. Please, someone comment to let me know that I didn't lose everyone and at least someone read to the end. My ego may not be big, but it is delicate. ^.^
Ta!
Fun tonight--Jeff and I went to Mongolian Barbecue after work. Yum! My little frosh has frown up so--I get a crick in my neck looking up at him now. And true to my prediction, he is getting hotter as he grows. But I still look at him as a combination of a good friend and kid brother. He loved the BBQ, as I knew he would, and wants to come there again. We split the BIG Browie that comes with a shovel, which was probably a bad idea, stomach-capacity wise, but oh so good. Afterwards we drove to Easton for a movie, but nothing good was playing that late so we stopped by Barnes and Noble and went home. I picked up a couple Pratchett Books, The Last Continent and Maskerade, so I've got something to read during my breaks tomorrow. Next time I think I want The Fifth Element. By the way, I think the single most intense feeling I've ever had is the bladder pressure I felt when rushing from B&N to the mall bathrooms. I knew I shouldn't have had that last glass of water.
Skimming through smurf mail today, there was another incident of SM plagiarism on fanfiction.net. Meredith was all overwrought. I don't blame her, but I'd also be mad as hell, and I'd e-mail fanfiction.net and toast the ass of the thief instead of sobbing to the list about it. Of course, that's just me. I don't mean to imply that she's a wimp or anything, but her post just struck me as more shocked and bewildered than Mad As Hell. But then, that's just me. Anyways, Megan-san and I were discussing it, and we agreed that the staggeringly-high rate of plagiarism in the SM community says a lot about the fandom. (Staggeringly high as in, we hear about one every month or so. In all the other fandoms I've actively participated in, it's been a very rare thing.) Not so much the older writers and epic fics, but definitely the "romance" genre. A lot of the teen girls who have usa-mamo hearts in their eyes idolize certain authors and put a lot more stock in getting noticed. Info time, people--WRITING POPULAR FANFICTION DOES NOT MAKE YOU FAMOUS! You may be hot shit in Community A, but Community B has never heard of you and doesn't give a rat's as about how "special" you are in certain areas. Megan told me about someone who wanted to go to Anime North just to get Pandora's autograph, which I found to be utterly ridiculous. Not just because I think her work is very good but not great and that's she's an egocentric stuffed-shirt, but because she's a fanfiction author and that's it. Write something with a bit more impact before handing out autographs, hmm? If someone asked for my autograph, I'd feel the tiniest bit flattered, but the bigger part of me would be laughing my ass off at the notion. And I say that honestly, not just because it's the proper humble thing to say--that's honestly how I feel. I think I have one of the absolute tiniest author-egos anywhere. Could be the part of me with Low Self-Esteem, but I don't think so. Original stuff, I care about more, usually because it's presented to professors & people whose opinion I care about and respect. Um. Tangent. Anyways. Even the authors whose work I so-righteously deem "worthy" (say, Terry Pratchett and Anne McCaffrey), while I'm sure I would enjoy getting their autographs, I would enjoy talking to them about writing much more. Sure, there'd be a healthy dose of "I'm not worthy!" but as an example, when I met Bree Sharp, I got her autograph but I value the memory of actually having a conversation with Bree! Sharp! much more. Anyways, I might write an article for ficbitch about preventing plagiarism by NOT idolizing authors--certainly a new way to look at things. Ironic that the only plagiarism I've ever discovered myself was a non-romance Hotaru piece by +Gradient (who, by the way, rocks my world).
Hot damn but I can babble. Why can't I do this when I want to get something done? Well, stream of consciousness is easier, I suppose. I can't wait until Wednesday. I'm going to really push myself to work--it's the getting started that is always tough on me, since I have so many distractions. But Wednesday is blissfully work-free. Plus, Josh is going to show me how to use Adobe Premiere (I heart illegal software) and we might see Final Fantasy: The Spirits Within that night. I really really wanted to go see it with Becky, but not over-using mileage will prevail. Well, we have plenty of fun yet to come. Wednesday will rock, I am determined to make it so. Unlike tomorrow, when I work 11-10. ELEVEN TO TEN. That's eleven freaking hours. Oh, and no overtime just for that, because we only get overtime if we work over 40 hours per week. If I had a more even schedule, I wouldn't have to worry about it. I'd gladly trade in Friday's 6-close shift for something longer if I didn't have to spend half a day at the stinky Dairy Queen. Well, I should have plenty of breaks tomorrow, so someone be online when I can run home and console me.
Char is slipping off into fantasyland about Seifer again. It's so fun, especially when she's only seen the intro and some pics. She'll overheat when she gets to the game FMVs. Mm. Seifer. Rrowl.
Jesus H. Christ on a pogostick, this post is long. Maybe my longest ever. Please, someone comment to let me know that I didn't lose everyone and at least someone read to the end. My ego may not be big, but it is delicate. ^.^
Ta!
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Mmmm. Vegeta, Seifer, Mamoru, and Xellos in one night. I need a cigarette.
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*bows to Char and hands her her cigarette*
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Ah, the exciting nuances of the Sailormoon community...*sigh*
Now you know I'm going to have to ask who this Pandora is so I can read some samples and see if my opinion's similar to yours ;)
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Now, the bad side--she is incredibly full of herself. She calls herself Pandora-sama, if that tells you anything. We asked to archive some of her stuff at SADISTS and got this adorable little reply about how she couldn't because we make fun of Mamoru and she couldn't disappoint her fans by letting them think she endorsed that. Yes, really. But she realy let her ego through in this letter she sent to Megan's Fic Bitch site. *rolls eyes* She's a lot better than some of the bitches on the internet that I've met, but I'd prefer not to be in a small room along with her ego for fear of gettting squashed flat.